Do I miss you God, each morning,
As I hurry down the street -
Or is it you who smiles at me,
Through faces that I meet?
Is it you who quietly speaks to me
Through people in our town
Or is your quiet voice just lost –
In traffic noise it’s drowned?
God, did I miss you then, this morning
When I had no time to stop?
Did you see me racing madly
As I went from shop to shop?
It’s probable I missed your birds
Who rejoice in their creation
For I had no time to hear them sing
As I hurried to the station.
When I meet someone who’s new to me
Of another faith or creed
I’ll remember that you never turned
Your back on those in need.
When someone wants to speak to me,
But I’ve hardly any time,
I’ll tell myself that time, dear God,
Is yours and never mine.
So please dear God accompany me
As I start a brand new week.
I mustn’t doubt that you are seen
By everyone I meet.
If I give a smile and kindly word,
It’s you they’ll really see.
So help me God to always let
Your light reflect through me.
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